When you say goodbye
Could you say it like it's the last time?
Or would that make you cry?
So you hold it all inside
You write it down
Cause you can't make a sound
Like traces to be found
Some are card stock with embossed letters
Some have tears where holes were meant to bind
Some are just flash paper
With words so quickly penned
Burned never to be read ever again
Burned never to be read ever again
Burned never to be read ever again
If I could hear you speak those lines
Instead of saying that you're fine
Or would that make you cry?
So you keep it all inside
You write it down
Cause you can't make a sound
Like traces to be found
In a cigar box with notes and letters
And little things you'd usually pay no mind
Simple words mean more than all the syllables combined
Like I love you
And I'll miss you too
Like I love you
And I'll miss you too
